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One thing puzzled me though, and I reckoned
this might be my ace up the sleeve if I played it right. I was pretty sure it
wasn't ethical for an undercover cop to take a suspect home and have sex with
him. I was going to use that as best I could, if I could get a chance to speak
to Laura alone before any interviews started. It soon came when the questioning
due to start. The cell officer said someone would be in
in
a minute to take me up for interviewing but then just Laura came in and closed
the door behind her, sitting down demurely on the bed. There was none of the
come-hither stuff from before, this time she was purely professional.

'I know what you're thinking, Carl. I can
read you like a book.'

'You set me up.'

'You set yourself up.'

'How's it going to sound when I tell everyone
you took a suspect home and fucked him?'

She didn't react, just kept that steady,
demure gaze on me.

'It's going to sound like what it is, Carl. A
fantasy cooked up by a freak
who
has to dress up like
a copper to get laid.'

'We'll see about that. What about that time
in the lay by when your lot came round and you told them I was a friend of
yours?'

'They'll do what I tell them. Even if they
told the truth they couldn't have made a positive ID of you at that distance in
the dark. And if they ask to see the 'friend' I was meeting I can easily get
one to say he was with me.'

I looked up at the camera in the corner of
the cell. 'What about
cctv
? Won't it look a bit odd
you coming and visiting a suspect in his cell?'

She laughed. 'They do go wrong sometimes,
Carl.'

I realised she had me at every turn. 'So you
did all that just to get me to turn up and say something incriminating? You
could have got me without all that.'

She smiled. It chilled me to the bone.

'Yeah, we probably could have. I had to gain
your trust, though. And I had you eating out of my...hand.'

'You loved it.'

'Actually, I did, Carl. I really did. You're
quite good, for a man, though women are more my style. I rather liked having
you at my mercy.'

I'd been right about thinking she was
probably a
lezza
. Man hater too, probably. Christ,
what a mess.

'You're fucked up.'

'I probably am, Carl, I probably am. But
society needs to be protected from people like you.'

'I never forced anyone into anything.'

'Oh no?
I suppose they were
just gagging for it really, all those women you raped?'

I felt a chill slither down my spine as I
realised this really was going to be a big set up. Why, why had I ever got into
all this? I swallowed and
replied, my mouth suddenly parched
.

'I
never done
that
to anyone.'

She laughed. 'Nice try, Carl. Enjoy sleeping
with the
nonces
in prison.'

I wasn't going to let her scare me with that.

'If you think that's what I've been doing
then try and find them.'

She got up to go. 'We will, Carl. We
will...although...I'd be willing to help you out if you help me out.'

A flicker of hope leapt up inside me.

'What do you mean?'

'Maybe we can come to some...arrangement?'

Then she leaned in as if to kiss me, closing
her eyes and opening her mouth as I moved my head forward. I could smell her
perfume and the deeper, feminine scent coming from her hair. Then at the last
second she pulled back, laughing, and swished out of the door.

'See you, Carl.'

Then the door slammed shut. What a mad
bitch...though in a way, I couldn't help liking her despite all she'd done. I
reckon it was only me getting nicked that stopped me getting worse and worse,
and God knows what I'd have ended up doing if I'd carried on.

As it turned out, things didn't go as badly
as they could have done. They never did pin any sex offences on me, though they
tried, but none of the women I'd had it off with on the IPO jobs came forward.
All they managed to get me on was three counts of impersonating a police
officer, theft of articles from the film studios (that was my uniform), and
driving with false plates. I still got a year in prison though; the magistrate
was a right cow and had it in for me from the outset. I reckon she was gagging
for it anyway.

So here I am, in D Wing, Cell 405, Her
Majesty's Prison,
Redfield
. Writing all this down so
you can have a good laugh at what an idiot I've been. The one thing I really
regret was not getting it together with Mandy, but I reckon when I get out I
might have another crack at her; after all, the worst she can do is tell me to
get stuffed. It's not so bad in here, really, just bloody boring. I haven’t
been raped in the showers or anything; if anything like that goes on then they
keep it well under wraps because I haven’t seen it. I had to see a shrink as
part of it as well; he's a bit of a twat really. I thought he'd come out with
all sorts of crap about how I wasn't potty trained properly or something but he
reckons I've got some sort of compulsion to dress up and pretend to be someone
else; said I ought to take up acting.

The funny thing is, they're putting a play on
here, the priest bloke, the padre they call him, is running it and I decided to
have a go in it, and I feel bloody great when I get up on that stage. I might
even take it up professionally when I get out; Christ knows what other kind of
job I'll be able to get. It's a murder mystery, Agatha Christie or some crap
like that, and they've even managed to get a real murderer to play the
murderer. I'm playing the butler, though at first the padre asked me to play
the policeman and then everyone cracked up laughing.

I told them to fuck off.

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